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The shower felt glorious and I took full advantage of it. My tiny dorm room shower only allowed for five minutes of hot water before you were forced out. To stand underneath scalding hot water for a whole twenty minutes was as close to heaven as I had gotten in the last four years.
I tried to think about what I should do now. Should I try to flirt with him? He was so sophisticated and worldly looking; certainly he didn’t need some college girl throwing herself at him. No. I needed to keep my wits about me. He was just nice.
It was much more likely that he didn’t want me to get attacked in the streets overnight and he was being a nice person and offering me a place to crash. I probably just imagined the look of lust that I thought I saw in his eyes. Surly a man like him didn’t need to lust after a college girl like myself.
I had almost been attacked by a drunken man and Matthew was simply trying to be a nice guy. Obviously he didn’t get to where he was in life by being a jerk to women. No, I wasn’t going to throw myself at him. I would simply get dressed and go lay on the couch.
“Do you feel better?” Matthew asked as I came out of the shower.
My soaking wet hair dripped slightly onto the white t-shirt he had given me and I felt self-conscious that my nipples had started to harden with the touch of the water. But I tried to be confident; surely it wasn’t something I was good at, though.
For the last four years I had been consumed with school and work. On one hand I could count the number of dates I had been on. My priority had been school, not boys. The girls I knew that got wrapped up in boyfriends ended up getting bad grades and none of them had good jobs lined up. I didn’t regret the life I had lived throughout college. But I certainly didn’t feel confident alone with a man; especially a man like Matthew.
“Oh, yes. So much better. Thank you,” I said as I made my way over to him in the kitchen.
“No more puking?” he said as his eyes looked toward the front door where his vomit covered shoes were. They looked like he had washed them off and were now sitting on a clean towel.
“No more. I feel better. I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, I’ve had much worse things happen to me. A little bodily fluid isn’t something I’m afraid of.”
That crooked smile of his flashed and for the first time since I had met him I saw his gaze move down to my breast. Likely because my damp hair was turning my t-shirt into some sort of college drinking wet t-shirt contest. But I fought every urge to cover myself.
A man like Matthew wasn’t going to go for a girl who wasn’t confident. Girl…I wasn’t a girl anymore. I really needed to stop calling myself that. I was almost twenty-two years old and on my way to work in Washington D.C. I was a woman and I needed to start acting like one.
“Well, I feel better now. That spa you have there was pretty fantastic.”
“You enjoyed the shower?”
“Um, yeah. My shower is about two feet by two feet and hot water isn’t really a thing at my place,” I said as I took a sip of the coffee he handed me.
Eye contact! Remember to make eye contact I told myself.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Matthew said as he walked toward me.
My heart jumped up into my throat as he came near me. His eyes were big and I definitely felt like they were filled with lust. When he stood next to me and looked down at my nipples as they shown through my shirt, fuck I knew I was in trouble.
“Yeah,” I said as I found a little bit of breath to talk.
It was hard to think straight with him standing there next to me. My mind raced as I tried to analyze the situation. But there was no use. I couldn’t analyze anything. All I could think about was how his lips looked like they were about to crush down and kiss me.
My blood rushed through my veins in an effort to excite every last part of me. I had never even been that close to a man like Matthew. I certainly had never been the object of his affection.
Was I the object of his affection?
I had no idea. I felt like he wanted me. But he hadn’t really done anything or said anything that would make me know for sure. The insecure girl in me kept thinking that I was imagining him lusting after me.
“Are you hungry? I don’t have much, but you could probably find something to eat.”
He opened his fridge and it was the saddest fridge I had ever seen. There were some breakfast sausages, kale, tomatoes, and eggs. Nothing else in the fridge at all.
“Wow, are you on a hunger strike or something?” I said as I pushed past him to look into the giant floor to ceiling fridge.
“I’m not home much.”
“It’s a good thing; you’d probably starve to death.”
He seemed amused by me and that drove me to try and keep the conversation going. Talking was something I could do. I loved to talk to people. I just usually didn’t also want their lips all over my body. I also didn’t usually talk to men that I had only met an hour before and already puked on.
Damn, his lips though. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I couldn’t stop wanting them to press against my lips.
“I can usually find what I want to eat when I want it.”
My face went red. He said it like he wanted to eat me. Fuck. My mind raced with an effort at a good comeback, but I just couldn’t think straight. Everything about this man had me feeling so off center. I just stood there and smiled like some sort of weirdo.
“What do you like to eat?” I asked in a totally unsexy way.
I couldn’t believe my own words. I was like a child! He was obviously flirting with me and I kept talking about food. I didn’t deserve to have a guy like him if I couldn’t even come up with a good flirting game.
He smiled at me and stepped closer.
The fridge was opened and I stood between him and his very small amount of groceries. The cool refrigerator air made my nipples hard and I felt them as they stood at attention for Matthew.
“I lied to you, I’m sorry.”
“What?” I laughed. He looked so serious. “We only met an hour ago what could you have lied about already?”
His eye focused onto my lips and I stood there shocked as he moved toward me. My lips sat half parted and totally unprepared for the kiss he planted on me.
Slowly I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue into me. Our lips moved together and I felt my knees get weak at the taste of him. His hand reached up and passed by my breasts, but he stopped and let his fingers linger on my hard nipple.
He squeezed my nipple between his fingers for just a moment before her let his hand continued the journey up to my cheek. As he placed his hand on my cheek, he pulled away to look at me.
I was dazed. In shock most likely. He tasted so good I could have kissed him for days and days. I watched him as he took a deep breath and appeared to ponder what to do next. He looked at me like he wanted me so desperately he might explode. But something held him back.
“I’m sorry I said I wouldn’t try to sleep with you. It was a lie,” he said.
Suddenly he reached down and grabbed me by the ass and lifted me up to the island in the middle of his kitchen. I let out a startled cry and laughed. He picked me up like I was a rag doll or something.
My hands rested on his biceps and I felt his strength. He was at least twice my size, probably around 200 pounds of pure muscle. At 6’2” or so he was tall but his stature seemed even more commanding because of his confidence.
“Oh, you are going to try and sleep with me?” I giggled.
“Fuck, that was a lie also.”
“Why? You’re not going to sleep with me?”
I couldn’t help but smile. He had a boyish grin that flashed as he held onto me. My bare ass on his countertop, his eyes even with mine.
“I’m not going to try at all. I’m going to do,” he said with emphasis on the ‘do’.
He pulled me back toward him and lifted me into his arms. My legs straddled him and my arms wrapped around his neck to support myself. Although he did just fine supporting me. I probably weighed less than the weights he lifted at the gym.
Matthew walked diligently toward his bedroom and fell onto the bed backward with me on top of him. I couldn’t stop laughing. It was just crazy that he wanted me, but I wasn’t about to deny him.
I was only a few days away from moving to Washington D.C. and would likely never see this guy again. Having a fun fling with him was just what I needed to feel like I had truly transitioned from a college girl to a woman.
“Your face is flushed,” he said as his hand gently touched my cheek. “Are you nervous?”
Fuck yeah, I was nervous. This was a man. He wasn’t some jock from college. This guy knew what he wanted and probably knew a lot more than I did when I came to sex. I was nervous as hell.
“No,” I lied.
I leaned down and kissed him in an effort to take control. I wanted to show him I was confident and willing to take what I wanted.
His lips filled my body with lust that I hadn’t felt like that ever. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I would have said yes to anything he asked at that moment because my need for him had taken over any reasoning that I might have had.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered with a smile.
He put his hands behind his head and just looked at me as I did as he asked. His deep brown eyes penetrated my defenses and I couldn’t keep eye contact with him. I quickly reverted to the shyness that I found comfort in. My eyes looked down at him.
The smile he held on his face was childlike, yet he was such a man. He was probably close to forty years old, but he had aged very well. His hands looked like he had once worked very hard in life, but most recently appeared they were probably behind a desk most of the day.
“Anything else you want me to take off?” I asked.
“My shirt, my pants, just take everything off of us,” he grinned.
His light-hearted way about him was appealing and fun. He seemed like the kind of guy you would want around if you were having a bad day.
I slowly lifted his shirt above his head and left it stuck there with his arms in it. I moved down to his jeans and looked up at him as I undid the first button.
He started to take his arms out of his shirt.
“Oh, no, no, no. You keep those arms there,” I said with authority.
He humored me and kept his arms above his head.
My ability to take control in the bedroom was certainly not something I had tried before. But there was something about him that put me at ease and made me feel like I could go out of my comfort zone, at least for the night.
For a minute, I felt like the sexiest seductress in all of Chicago.
I let me eyes look up intently at Matthew as I unbuttoned his pants one button at a time. I slid them down just enough so I could see his bulge. Oh, it was a bulge too. My hand reached up and I felt the girth of him.
“Oh, yes,” he whispered under his breath as my hand stroked against him.
I couldn’t wait. My new seductress attitude had me in a hurry to see just what he was packing in that bulge of his.
Slowly I pulled him out and watched as he sprung to attention. His size made me wet instantly. My mouth moved above him and I slid the tip of his cock between my lips slowly. He grunted with pleasure and I saw he had taken his arms out of his shirt.
Deliberately, slowly, I teased him with my lips. I moved down his shaft slow and as deep as I could take him in. Then I came back up the shaft just as slowly.
I watched him as he seemed tortured by my mouth. He kept closing his eyes and moaned with pleasure. It intoxicated me and made me feel powerful. A man like him being taken by a girl like me, it was a power switch that loved.
My urge to show him that I wasn’t a little girl continued on. I moved from between his legs to the side of him. Then I straddled his face. If he wanted a take control woman, then that was exactly what I would give him. Or at least pretend to be that woman because literally I had no idea what I was doing.
I moved my mouth up and down his shaft with a firmness that made his hips thrust up into the air. I used one of my hands to hold onto his balls and the other to help me stroke his enormous shaft. Harder and faster I moved until his lips touched my center.
Suddenly I stopped.
The feeling of his lips on my pussy sent pleasure signals to my brain that made it impossible for me to keep moving. He moved his tongue and flicked it over me with such force that I couldn’t concentrate.
“Oh, she likes this,” he said as I moaned.
Without warning, he grabbed my legs and pulled me up to him. My pussy sat smack dab on top of his face. He held onto my thighs and prevented me from tilting back over to play with him. In fact, he held me so hard I couldn’t move at all.
His lips, mouth, and tongue, sucked and licked me with forceful pleasure that I had never even come close to before.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned as my body reacted to him.
My brain was frozen and I couldn’t think about anything except the pleasure that he gave to me. My hips started to thrust with desire and I felt the building of an explosion. I tried to stop myself. I tried to calm the ecstasy that he delivered, but there was no way I could.
As his hands held my pussy up to his face, I shook with an explosion of epic proportions. I tried to get away. I tried to stop the shaking that came from my body being so pleased. But he had a hold of me and wasn’t about to let me go.
Again, without warning, he grabbed me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He let me lay there naked as he finished taking off his clothes. I heard him reach into a drawer and looked back to see him sliding a condom on over his cock.
My desire, to feel his bulging girth inside of me drove me to press my ass into the air. I liked that he wanted to take me from behind. I wouldn’t have to look him in the face and give away just how much pleasure his body was sure to deliver to me.
He grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him, but then decided against it. With one swift motion, he leveraged his hands on my hips and flipped me over onto my back.
The vision of him as he kneeled over me with his bulging cock will never leave my brain. The muscles of his stomach were tight as he leaned down onto me.
“I want to see you while I make you cum,” he said with that damn smile of his.
“Oh, you think you’ll just be able to make me cum again?”
“Yes.”
He continued to smile as his cock slid inside of me. I felt my walls clench around him in shock at his size. My desire to have him enter me was more than my body could handle. I winced as he pressed in farther.
“Are you good?” He asked gently.
His lips moved down and touched mine ever so slightly. I shook my head yes and wrapped my arms around his neck and held him there up against me.
I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I was alright, but as my body started to relax, I motioned with my hips that he could continue.
He moved slowly and we continued to kiss. As my body took him in I couldn’t help but thrust harder and harder against him.
The pleasure came on again quickly, more quickly than I wanted it too. He saw my body as it thrust quicker and quicker so he stopped moving. We kissed. His lips gently touched mine and then pulled away. His hand rubbed my cheek and then down the side of my body like he was memorizing each curve.
I tried to thrust my hips against him. I tried to urge him to continue, but he had willpower much stronger than mine. He continued to nipple my lip, then moved to my earlobe. His hand traced my side from my hip all the way to my breast.
“You are a beautiful woman Michaela,” he said between kisses.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t ever settle for a jerk like me.”
He started to thrust harder and my body reacted in unison with him. I felt the rise in pleasure as it started in my wall and moved out to my whole pelvis. He stopped kissing me and tucked his head into the area under my ear.
His thrusts delivered his cock deep inside of me. So deep that I shook all over when my body finally gave into the orgasm. I held onto him as he continued to move, determined to get to his finish line.
The pleasure that my body felt was beyond my previous experience. I wanted to feel him thrusting hard into me. I wanted to feel my body give in to him over and over again.
“Promise me,” he said as he continued to thrust inside of me.
“What? Promise you what?”
My breath was fast and I could hardly get the words out. What did he want me to promise him?
“Promise you won’t settle for a jerk like me in life. Find your dream man.”
I kind of thought I was in the middle of being fucked by my dream man, but I wasn’t about to admit to that.
“Ok,” I said in hopes that it would satisfy him.
I really had no idea what I promised him. He wasn’t a jerk at all. I had found him to be very funny and a total gentleman. Maybe that wasn’t who he really was, but the Matthew I met that night was certainly not a jerk.
His movements quickened and I moved my hands down to his ass and held onto it as he moved hard inside of me. His ass was tight with strength and I felt the contraction as his final thrust delivered pleasure to me.
For my first one night stand, Matthew had turned out to be a guy that I probably wouldn’t be able to live up to with any other one night stand.
He leaned down and kissed me softly one last time before he got up and went to the restroom. I lay on his bed totally having an out of body moment. This was the start of my new life. I wasn’t a girl anymore, that was for damn sure; I was a woman.
I had just fucked what had to have been one of the hottest guys in all of Illinois. I felt like my womanly mojo was in full force and I was about to take over the world. My new job started in just a few days and I had a new confidence that I was going to be pretty damn good at it.
My desire to be involved in politics had finally culminated with this job and I wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by. After four years of studying politics, I was finally on my way to getting to be part of it.
“I’m going to hop in the shower, be out in a second,” Matthew said as he opened the bathroom door.
He stood there wrapped in a towel and looked like some sort of cover model out of a magazine. If I hadn’t already had plans to go to Washington D.C., I would have loved to of stayed in Chicago and seen Matthew again. I doubted he was the kind of guy that kept a steady girlfriend, but even just a fun fling with him would have been great.
The thought of walking into a restaurant with him by my side made me smile. People would automatically think I was some sort of money hungry sugar baby or something. I wouldn’t mind, though. I bet it would be fun to go out on the town with him and have the people staring.
But it didn’t matter. I was about to leave for Washington D.C. and a whole new life, which wouldn’t involve any handsome men like Matthew.
My life was about to be engulfed in the old man politics of Washington and my desire to try and find a way to fit in. The old boys club of Washington was going to be a tough place to break into and I had no intention of sleeping my way into power. I wanted to grow a career I could be proud of and only hard work and dedication would work for that.
I needed to leave.
The awkwardness that would happen when Matthew came out of the shower was not something I wanted to deal with. I knew there was no future with a guy like him. There was no need to get my hopes up and think he would call me. Even if he did show an interest, I was about to move to the other side of the country.
I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled a pair of his sweatpants off the floor. I slipped them on and made my way out to the living room to grab my purse and my shoes.
The refrigerator door was still opened and I smiled as I shut it. How pitiful his fridge looked so empty. He was a true bachelor with a fridge like that. The only thing that would have made it more bachelor-like would have been if it was filled with beer.
I grabbed a cup of water and drank it quickly to cure the dry mouth that had overcome me. The thought of just leaving without giving Matthew my contact information weighed heavily on me. I didn’t want to seem like a slut who just slept with anyone, so I looked around for some paper to write on.
On the kitchen table, I saw a small notepad and a pen.
‘Matthew, thank you for a delightful night. I’ll keep my promise, Kayla.”
I stood up to bring the paper into the kitchen and saw what looked like a picture of Matthew on the front of a magazine on his table.
Slowly I dropped the paper onto the floor and grabbed the magazine out of shock. Had I just slept with some sort of celebrity? Oh God! It hit me. I knew who he was.
‘He’s about to take the world by Storm’ the front of the magazine said.
I flipped through it as fast as I could to try and find the story. Maybe he wasn’t who I thought he was. Maybe he was some sort of investor? A model? No, he didn’t seem like either of those. Maybe he owned some big corporation or something.
My hands shook and I looked back toward the bedroom in hopes that he wouldn’t come out. I flipped through the magazine so fast that I couldn’t find the story.
My mind raced as I tried to flip through the magazine slower so I could actually find what I was looking for.
‘Matthew Storm, the hottest young Senator in Washington, has his sights on the White House.’
The first line of the article was all I needed to see. It was him. I had just fucked Senator Matthew Storm, my new boss. I ran out of the apartment just as he came out of his bathroom. What the hell was I going to do now?
Matthew
Back in D.C. and it was time to get serious about work. My complex plan would take years to put fully in place, but I was never one to shy away from a little work.
With the new legislative session in the works, I had lists and lists of people I needed to mingle with. The first of which was Senator Joel Edwards. He was a fresh fish to politics and had won Iowa in a landslide. It wasn’t often we had a new guy in our midst and I wanted to be one of the first people to welcome him.
I hoped that building a relationship with him would get me in the door with his mentor, Senator Stickney. Andrew Stickney was harder to crack than any other Senator in Washington. He was on the senate arms committee and pretty much said whether someone would be considered or not. But I had yet to get a one on one meeting with the man.
Senator Stickney, wasn’t interested in the politics of Washington and instead always said he was dedicated to his constituents. It was an admirable way of working, but it would never get him what he wanted in Washington. The only way to get ahead in this town was through relationships.
Joel had won over his small town and then served one term as governor, which was pretty fresh meat to be walking into the Senate. Most new guys, and girls, typically had at least ten years of small town or state politics before they ended up in Washington.
I had watched Joel’s campaign and admired it from afar. He was a dedicated social media expert in politics and that was a great new way of building a following. I personally was fascinated by the power of social media and couldn’t wait to implement it into my plan when the time was right.
I didn’t fit into the ten-year rule either, but since I come from a political family it made sense for me to move quicker up the political ladder. After my father had passed away, people looked for someone to take over his legacy; both in business and politics. I was ready for the challenge. After business school I had already planned to work my way up in his company, his death just accelerated my move. I was confident I would have ended up in the exact same position had I been given more time and my father. But alas, I couldn’t change the fact that he was gone.
Washington was an intricate subculture that many new Senators struggled with. Everyone you talked to was out for themselves. It took me a whole year to truly understand this. You get asked to lunch and feel like someone is being genuine and wants to help you, then bam you get asked to join a committee or co-sponsor a bill.
I ended up on eight committees because of my lack of understanding when I first came to D.C. That number had dwindled down to six, but still a heinous amount of time out of my schedule. Yet the one committee that I needed to get on had eluded me. The arms committee was reserved for the long timers, yet that’s where I had to make my move this year.
Planning out the longevity of a political career was similar to trying to eat an ice cream cone in one hundred degree heat. Constantly I had to change my plans and prepare for what was next. Many of my days were spent keeping the ice cream from hitting the floor; or the shit from hitting the fan. Politics got messy and I was known as the clean-up man.
It wasn’t officially a title. But many of my colleges had learned that I was excellent at spinning the press in their favor if they needed it. There was a certain tact to controlling the media though and I needed to understand the social media end of things if I was ever going to truly win them over.
Without fail, I would get on that arms committee though. It was an absolutely necessity for my future in politics. My first push would be with the mix of Senators I was already friends with. They had to get my name out there as someone who could fill the empty position.
“Senator Edwards. Joel, it’s nice to meet you,” I said as we shook hands in the cafeteria.
As much as we would like to have meetings in fancy restaurants, most of us Senators were too busy for that. Lunch meetings were typically catered in our offices or in front of lunch trays in the cafeteria.
“Matthew, it’s great to see you,” he said with his strong handshake.
The kid was green. I could tell the nervousness in his hands as he shook mine. But he should be nervous. I planned to eat him up and spit him out by the end of the year. My plan needed a pawn and Joel Edwards was the perfect person for the job. Of course Andrew Stickney would have to be used as well, but my plan for him was much more painful and career ending than my plan for Joel.
As we sat and ate our meal, we exchanged niceties and discussed what life was like on the hill. It was more than just making laws and giving back to society. There was a dark underground that I warned Joel about. It was more than most young Senators understood and it wasn’t something I could have him falling prey to. I needed him to remain fresh meat so he was trustworthy and someone that I could use to get what I needed.
“So Joel, any big plans for your first term?” I asked.
“Not really. I know many people are worried about health care reform and that stuff, but I’m just going to sit back and take everything in at first. It’s a lot to try and understand.”
“Definitely. I think that’s the biggest mistake I made when I got here. I tried to take over the place. The older guys really hate that and get defensive. Sitting back and letting others come to you will be a much better plan.”
“Thanks, Matthew. Hey, I was sorry to hear about your father. He was a good man.”
“Yes, he was. Thanks.”
I hated it when people brought up my father. Yes, he was a good man. But he had passed away four years before and I wanted to move on from it. Unfortunately, no one else wanted to move on, they all still loved talking about my father and his politics and business throughout the years.
“Do you feel like you have a similar style as him?”
“I have a style of my own, it’s…”
I stopped talking. My brain couldn’t process what I saw. I could have sworn I saw Kayla walk through the hallway on the other side of the cafeteria with a fresh batch of interns and political aids getting their first-day tour.
Certainly it couldn’t have been her. She ran out on our night together in Chicago. There was no way she was there in Washington D.C. My mind must have been playing a trick on me.
I had thought about her a lot since that night. Probably because she had been so sweet and hadn’t wanted anything from me. In fact she left without even a ‘goodbye’ to me. But even a sweet girl usually wouldn’t garner all that much attention from me after she was gone. There was something about Kayla that kept drawing my memory back to her. And now I was even having visual hallucinations that she was there in Washington D.C.
Yet, my eyes didn’t lie. I remembered her so vividly. Her touch. Her lips. The smell of her body. My cock reacted to just the thought of her. I normally had better self-control over my body than that. It wasn’t something I was prepared to deal with there at the cafeteria table.
Maybe I just wanted to see her there? I was still pissed that she had left without giving me her number or even saying goodbye. She had no way of contacting me and I had no way of reaching her. It wasn’t my typical one night stand. Normally I had to make an excuse as to why I couldn’t keep in touch.
Never did the women try and get rid of me before I tried to dump her. But I figured there was a first time for everything. Kayla must have gotten spooked by something, I just couldn’t figure out what it was. It had haunted me that whole next day as I replayed the evening and tried to figure out why she had left so quickly.
I couldn’t stand the idea that Kayla was there in D.C. If it was her, and I couldn’t stand the mystery so I excused myself for a moment and made my way to the tunnel area where I saw the new aids tour heading. I had to see if it was her. My brain said it couldn’t be, but my body said it was definitely her.
When I came around the corner, I saw her standing with the group. It was her. One hundred percent it was Kayla.
Fuck!
I turned back to finish my meal with Joel. There was no way I could have Kayla anywhere around me. I had work that needed to be done during the legislative season and an ass like hers would be way too distracting.
Hopefully, she was with a Senator in one of the other buildings and not mine. That was all I could hope for at that point. At least that way I could avoid her if I knew who she was going to work with.